Kid's whole school is pursuing the concept of "identity" this year, and so he has to bring three personal objects from home to school tomorrow morning:
These objects should have some special significance such as a baby blanket, their first stuffed toy, an ornament from someone special and so on. These objects should not be something that would cause distress to the children if they were broken or lost by accident.
So. . . . something special that isn't so very special that Kid would care that it went missing. . . .
So far Kid's suggestions have included:
The remaining half of an ice cream sandwich in the freezer
That one sock, you know, with the bear and the fish
The apple tree in the backyard (we could just grow a new one)
A mood ring
Overall, the entire exercise has turned into a weepy appreciation of things he suddenly realizes he would mourn upon loss.
"Dear Lord, not Bunny."
"Red Hat, Blue Hat? Lor, are you crazy?"
"NO! NOT THE MOBILE!"
"What will I do without my glow-in-the-dark star? I won't ever be able to sleep again ever. I won't be able to keep my eyes open at school and will fall off the swing. Waaaaaaaah!"
I can't help but notice that the suggestions offered--baby blanket, first toy, and one of those popular "ornaments from someone special"(?)--miss the mark pretty seriously, at least as far as Kid is concerned. Because let's face it, if we want to really get to the heart of his identity--not the pie-in-the-sky, say isn't that deep and interesting, what a sensitive boy you are raising fictive identity that this assignment seems to be asking for, but Kid's own understanding of his unique Self--he would be bringing his Nintendo DS, his Jedi robes, a DVD of Raiders of the Lost Ark, Count Dooku's Solar Sailor Lego kit. (At school they could then teach the dangers and mythologies of defining oneself according to material possessions.)
My real-life suggestions for things that define my boy would include:
His whoopie cushion
The lilac-bush slingshot that his grandfather made for him
His savings account book
His tiger-striped underpants
The complete adventures of Captain Underpants
The picture of him taking pictures of tourists emerging from the loo near Jasper
The comic books he creates (complete with copyright)
His sports goggles
The bronze acrylic paint tube that he uses to create gleaming armour in his art
His white cowboy hat
His walking stick
His tie collection
The frog shorts
Now you know what's in my time-capsule. Sigh. . . it goes by so quickly, sometimes it's hard to catch my breath.